Post by Night Rider on Jul 17, 2016 2:18:18 GMT -5
He wasn't worried about losing his match against Vic whoeverthefuck. It wasn't always about winning. He had a little fun with the little bastard and let him win one, give him something to tell his grandkids when he gets older. No, He was looking ahead to next week. That was what it really was. The singles match against some nobody meant nothing compared to a WCF World Tag Team Championship defense against the infamous Dark Riders Gang. Good old Gemini Battle and Thomas Uriel Bates. What a choice for their first title defense. He knew that they would be in for one hell of a fight. He remembered the battles they had fought in the past. Their feud was one for the ages. In the end that time the AoD were the only ones left standing. Now here they are again trying to take something that doesn't belong to them. Only he had a surprise for them. One of their recruits was coming to the AoD.
He couldn't wait to share the news with them. As a matter of fact that person was even going to be at ringside for he and Freezer Burn's match. What a shock it will be for them. Someone that they thought was good enough to be DRG going to the AoD. That would bring their total numbers to five. When Denise returns it would be six. There will be no stopping them. Who knows how many will finally decide they have had enough and join them in their quest for greatness. The Baron was going to be a fine addition. Night Rider had done his scouting well. This new and improved Angels of Death will be stronger. Still not as strong as in the early days. But they were getting there.
He walked down an old familiar path as he made his way to the graveyard where 'Dangerous' Dean Malenko was buried. He took the pint of Seagram out of his pocket and poured it out onto the grave. The full moon shined bright above him as a single tear dropped from his eye. The Dangerous One had been the person who brought Night Rider into the business as his bodyguard. Night Rider had always been grateful for everything he had taught him. They were almost like brothers.
Night Rider turned, swearing he heard someone behind him but no one was there. Only the leaves rustling in the breeze. Night Rider began making his way back along the trail towards his 2015 Harley Davidson Night Rod Special, custom made with the Angel of Death on the gas tank.
Night Rider fired up the beast and pulled out onto the highway. He took the old familiar rode back home and pulled it into it's special garage. He walked out of the garage along the cobblestone pathway that led to the back door. As Night Rider heads back to his room, the sound of a horse neighing is heard near by. The sound of hooves clicking against the pavement is heard clear as day as the sound draws closer. He readies himself for a possible fight but starts to smile as he sees a figure sitting on the horse with a wide brimmed hat over their face. The horse and the figure clad in black stops in front of him.
Figure: It's been a while...
Night Rider: You don't know how good it is to see you again. Are you back for good?
Denise D'Evil: Not yet, I'm taking a chance being here now. I just wanted to see you. I have a few more things to finish up and then I will be back for good. Right now it's just not safe for you. You know I could never put you in danger. I love you too much.
Night Rider: Just as I love you. Nothing will ever change that. I will be here waiting for you no matter how long it takes.
She climbed down off of the horse and the two of them embrace. They kiss passionately before separating. She gently runs her hand down his cheek.
Denise D'Evil: Soon my love, very soon.
Night Rider: It can't be soon enough for me.
She climbs back onto the horse and in a flash she is gone. Night Rider stares at the empty space and wonders if it all was a dream. He missed her so much was he hallucinating about her coming back? He needed to get high!. Night Rider walked over to his back patio where his stash was hidden. He filled the pipe and grabbed the lighter. He could feel the effects begin immediately as he began to relax. He walked over to the cooler and grabbed a beer before sitting down on the patio chair.
He grabbed the remote off the table and pushed a button. 'gotta keep a running' by the Godz begins playing.
Night Rider closes his eyes and lets the music take him away. He picked up the pipe and took another hit. He could tell this was the good $h!t. Yeah, this was what he needed. He closes his eyes again and leans back in the chair. he can feel himself begin to float up into the sky. He began moving among the clouds as if he were heading for a certain destination. He moved higher and further as the clouds began to take shape.
One of the clouds began looking like Hank Brown with a microphone as it made it's way towards him. Birds began chirping in his ears telling him to run. He could only smile at them as he floated closer to the oncoming cloud. the cloud stopped directly in front of him and Night rider stopped moving. He was standing there with two clouds under his feet that seemed to be holding him up and a damn Hank Brown looking cloud right in front of him. He must have smoked too much and gone to hell. Only he thought hell was the other way. His thoughts were shattered as the cloud began to speak.
Hank Brown Cloud: Night Rider, I just wanted to say you have done well for yourself since your comeback. Now you are a three time WCF tag team champion. What a shame it would be to lose those belts on your first defense. How do you feel about going against Bates and Battle from the DRG?
Night Rider stared at the cloud like he had lost his mind. Was this cloud really speaking to him? What the hell was going on? First Denise and now this. That's it, he has lost his mind. yep, he's completely bonkers. That's what it is.
Hank Brown Cloud: Are you going to even bother answering? I asked you a question.
Okay, Night Rider would play along. Even though it was only in his mind. What the fuck.
Night Rider: What makes you so sure that Freeze and I are going to lose this match? That goes to show just how damn stupid your dumb @$$ really is. Fuck you! Freeze and I are going to walk into that arena champions and we will walk out of that arena champions. Fuck the DRG! Bates is nothing but a closet steroid freak who isn't as tough as he thinks he is. Kick him in the nuts a couple of times and he'll cry like a little bitch. Battle is about as mind fucked as they come. He's definitely not the brains of the group that's for sure. I'm going to enjoy getting back into the ring against those bitches. I just wish Denise could be here to enjoy it.
Hank Brown Cloud: Battle and Bates seem to think differently. They already have the champaign on ice. They think it's a done deal and just a matter of time. How do you feel about that?
Night Rider: I'm sure they are thinking that way. It's how they psyche themselves up to have the courage to get into the ring. Deep down they know it won't end well for them. No matter how much they deny it. Freeze and I are more than ready to step up to the challenge and do what has to be done. DRG may be good but they just are not good enough. The Angels of Death will be the ones standing with their arms raised in victory. We are the ones who will be walking out of there as champions.
Hank Brown Cloud: I'm not so sure. I think they are going to win. There will be new WCF tag team champions.
Night Rider whips out his dick and begins pissing on the cloud. He laughs as it begins dissolving before his eyes. he can hear it's painful screams for help as it evaporated completely. Night Rider put his equipment away and zipped up his pants. Fuck hank Brown Cloud, Fuck Master Bates, and Fuck Battle bitch.
That's just what he thought of them. He knew better. Bates and Battle may be good and they may be powerful but Night Rider knew that he and Freezer Burn had what it takes to withstand their onslaught and come back to kick some @$$! One thing they all had in common, they just didn't give a fuck. They didn't give a fuck what anyone else said or thought because when it comes down to it. It would be the four of them battling it out like two crack fiends fighting over the last little rock. Hell was going to break loose and that was something that they knew well. This would just be going back into hell for them. That was something that the supposed dark Riders Gang really knew nothing about. They call themselves dark but they know nothing of the darkness or the power that it contains. They know nothing of the evil that lurks there. Fuck them!
He knew both of them better than they knew themselves. There was no way in hell that the two of them could defeat him and Freezer Burn. they were tougher and they were meaner than the DRG has the guts to be. Especially the two of them. They have gone soft since the last time they faced each other. They no longer had that fire burning in their eyes. They didn't want to win the belts as badly as the two of them wanted to remain champions. Even though they were on top they still had that fire burning inside of them, the desire to succeed and destroy all who dare to cross their paths.
He could feel himself falling as the clouds flew past him. The pressure made his head feel like it was about to explode. Down further and faster he fell, gaining speed the further he went. He could see the ground approaching him quickly. he stopped suddenly just before hitting the ground next to his chair, The chair itself was knocked over on it's side and his beer had emptied onto the patio.
Night Rider: Talk about alcohol abuse, damn.
He sat the chair up and threw the beer can in the garbage before getting another and popping the top. He downed over half of it before turning towards his chair. He said fuck it and grabbed a second one before sitting back down. He sat the beer down on the table and picked up his pipe. He was just about to light it when his cell phone started to ring. He grabbed it off of the table and answered it.
Night Rider: Yeah, what's up?
Baron Von Henker Massaker: We need to meet sometime and work out a few details. I've been thinking about your offer. Tomorrow at the arena.
There is a click and the line goes dead. Night Rider pushes his contacts and hits Freezer Burns number. He answers on the second ring.
Freezer Burn: Night Rider, what's up?
Night Rider: I just heard from The Baron. We are going to meet and discuss things.
Freezer Burn: Are you sure it's not a setup by the DRG? You know how they can be.
Night Rider: I don't think so. I think he's legit. Ready for the match?
Freezer Burn: I'm more than ready. Bates and Battle are not going to know what hit them. By the time we are finished with them they will be bawling like the little bitches that they are. You know how it is. It's time to crush their little dream of being champions because there is no way that is going to happen.
Night Rider: That's what I wanted to hear. I feel the same way. The two of them need to take their happy @$$e$ the fuck back where they came from. You know, that $h!thole they crawled out of. Listen, give me a call when you get up tomorrow and we'll hit the gym for a quick workout before the match. Give us something to do while we are resting.
Freezer Burn: Resting, right. Hahaha. I'll talk to you tomorrow then.
Night Rider hung up the phone and closed his eyes as 'Orion' by Metallica began playing on his stereo. Was it a sign? Must just be a deep cuts weekend or something. Either way he liked it. It reminded him of the early days and all of the fun they used to have.
Voice: Hey, you sleeping?
Night Rider opened his eyes to see Oblivion standing in front of him. His hands were bloddy and he had a funny look on his face like he didn't know what he was doing.
Night Rider: No, just chilling to the tunes and enjoying a good buzz. it looks like you have been having some fun.
Oblivion: I don't really remember. All I know is one moment everything was fine and the next I had a knife in my hands and they were covered with blood. No body around or anything. I guess I missed all the fun.
Night Rider: Sucks for you. Have a beer there's one in the cooler. here, fire this up a couple times.
Night Rider hands him the pipe as he sits down after grabbing a beer.
Oblivion: Sounds good to me.
Oblivion lights the pipe and takes a big hit. he holds it in as long as he can before it forces itself out in a fit of coughs.
Oblivion: Damn that's some good $h!t.
Night Rider: You know me, only the best. That's all I smoke. Straight from Amsterdam. The other $h!t isn't worth wasting money on.
Oblivion: Big night tomorrow night. Should be a good match but I think you and Freezer Burn will pull it off.
Night Rider: I think so too. Not talking $h!t or anything like that but I think we are the better team all around. Bates is strong but so am I. They are both sound technically and so are we. We are just a little dirtier and a little meaner than they are. Their too good to break a few rules, it's against their morals. Fuck their morals and fuck some damn rules. It's all about winning at all costs and that is what Freezer Burn and I intend to do.
Night Rider takes the pipe back from Oblivion and takes a hit before downing the rest of his beer.
Oblivion: Your right about that. The two of them will only go so far. Only that won't be enough.
Night Rider: Fucking right about that! I don't give a fuck how big and how bad they think they are. I don't care about how tough they think they are and I damn sure don't give a shit about anything they have to say. I'm sure someone will believe their lies but I don't. fuck them.
Oblivion: I'll drink to that.
The two of them continue drinking and chatting for a while longer before Oblivion heads out for the lake to take a swim and clean himself up. Night Rider turns off the stereo and puts everything away. As he turns to enter the patio doors he swears he hears Denise's voice again.
'Soon, very soon.'
Oh yeah, in case you forgot.
